Sunday, 25 October 2009

Desperate hope; starvation near
Hearts and minds all filled with fear
Children edging nearer death,
Mothers sighing their last breath.
Sandstorms blinding frightened eyes,
Missiles deafening babies cries.
Onward ever into war,
Never ending - What's it for ?
Why are we here ?
Because they sent us!
O Jesus; - make it stop!

I don't want to be alone
Only the enemy to hear my groans
I would have liked to reach nineteen
And not looked out at such a scene:
Desert, rocks - abominations,
White flag waving for salvation.
Her young face so pure and innocent,
Her gun so vicious , bullets sent.
Why did so shoot ?
Because they sent her!
Sweet Jesus; - make it stop!

Pain so intense it hurts to cry,
Never even got to say goodbye.
Friends and family wait in sorrow,
TV news they watch in horror
An unknown corpse, that lies forlorn
Still waiting for the next new dawn.
Please god, hear my hollow screams,
The end of adolescent dreams
Why here? - Why now?
Because they sent us!
Please Jesus; - make it stop!

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Unfortunately I live in this small backwater of England that God forgot. My pet hates are sandal wearing yoghurt knitters who have transformed our once great country.( You can now be fined more for smoking or speeding than burglary. ) It's not the criminals fault of course his mummy wouldn't let him have an ice cream when he was two.

My other 'hate' is the automated answer phone systems installed everywhere now while your call is routed through Outer Mongolia. Press '1' to be keep hanging on for ages Press '2' to hear yet another tinny rendition of Greensleeves.Press '3' to be told that you've been phoning the wrong number for the last 30 minutes or Press '5' to be plunged into a telephonic abyss.